[Intro: Quavo]
I don't need no shooter, nigga!
One gunman!
I just dress in all black with my gun, man!
Like John Wick.
[Chorus: Quavo]
All black, one gunman,
John Wick,
That's a badman.
All black, one gunman.
John Wick. [×6]
[Verse 1: Quavo]
One man, honcho,
Truck load, ammo,
All black, suit and tie,
Don't move in camo.
Gloves on, no evi',
Trigger finger forever ready,
One man out the jungle,
One machete turn you to spaghetti.
One bullet, one headshot,
It's sad to say it made his legs lock,
Shhh!
Don't call the cops,
Wrap his body put it in a box.
If you the hancho, then you make the drop,
Gotta pay for the dirt that you're doing off top,
I pay for mine when I see his head,
That's the same way the gladiators did.
I'm the gunman but I love the kids,
Quavo Superman, Quavo John Wick,
And you don't want the two to mix,
Have a 4th of July on the 6th.
When you're broke pay the bills, bitch,
But when you're rich you can kill shit,
I'm John Wick with the black tints,
Got gun peepholes on my car kits.
[Chorus: Quavo]
All black, one gunman,
John Wick,
That's a badman.
All black, one gunman.
John Wick. [×6]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
When them niggas killed my dog Pistol P,
A nigga turned into John Wick.
I told them my Mustang was not for sale,
But they still tried me like my name was John Wick.
These niggas don't know who they fuckin with,
Bodies poppin up unfortunately,
I'm a catch him slippin just like Ricky,
When you plottin on a nigga shit get ugly.
Grraow, John Wick,
Call of Duty shit,
When it come to the artillery, I'm very talented,
Takeoff Dahmer, I be killin shit.
Mini AK with the banana clip,
When I travel put it in my travel kit,
Rick James, I'm rich, bitch,
Momma told me I'm a walking lick.
The trap game is Madden, no need to ask Madden,
I just hit the plug with the hipstick,
No Santa Claus I'm on my Grinch shit,
Fuck it, might light the block up like it's Christmas.
I'd be a fool if I leave a witness,
Come through your chimney into the kitchen,
Scope on the chopper, I see you chillin,
Hit you and your wife, and I leave the children.
[Chorus: Quavo]
All black, one gunman,
John Wick,
That's a badman.
All black, one gunman.
John Wick. [×6]
[Verse 3: Offset]
All black, hatchback,
Got the chopper in the trunk of that,
Kidnap the nephew, where your uncle at?
Sellin the junkie, stepped on like a ‘welcome' mat.
Feel like the president since they killed Pistol,
Got the pistol looking at you, now you sentimental,
Thinkin to himself, ‘How did he get up in a pickle?'
I can get you knocked down by a nigga want a nickel.
Hail Mary!
Think it look like Halloween up in February,
Birds in the trap singin, ‘Mary, Mary!'
Bullets tickle your stomach like Pillsbury.
Look for him everyday till you find him,
Cut off his wife and your to remind him,
Do not drop out when I say something,
Send him the key, that's the assignment.
Set this shit on fire, change the climate,
Throw the body in the river, up and winding,
I'll get you knocked off even if it's minor,
Cookin up the dough, sneezing, fuck with my sinus.
I'm with the shit, fuck nigga,
I'm John Wick,
Hit his ass with the gauge, and it hurt my wrist,
Reach for the chain, and his body glitch,
50 Cent, AK the magic stick.
[Chorus: Quavo]
All black, one gunman,
John Wick,
That's a badman.
All black, one gunman.
John Wick. [×6]